A gentle gust of wind blew up in the morning, bright sun shining on the earth, I arranged the steps to chase the day, racing with time to reach my dreams ..
Have reached the feet at the destination, rests between the brightly lit fences under the trees, the eyes do not look left and right, as usual waiting for someone to be expected ... like the fall of durian, looks the figure I was hoping for, with a pink veil adds beauty ...
When stealing glances, it seems he also looked, met at a time, unfortunately only for a moment and disappeared and still made a glimpse of a crossed face as if preformed in the mind and hard to let go, even if only for a moment he passed, but until now the shadow of his face remained imprinted ..
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